stone is creative..

     there are many times that stoney says something, comes up with an idea or is playing by himself and i think to myself; "i need to write this down."  they are such small trivial moments but i know that they are the things that i am going to want to look back and remember.  he is so random and it really lets you know just how the big the world is...to them.  they don't opperate under the same constrictions that we do.  to them reality is as big as you can imagine.  and when you ask them a question you really just can't wait to hear what's coming.  first a story about a conversation josiah had with his teacher the other day.

Teacher:  "josiah can i take stone home so he can be my brother?"
Josiah: (without skipping a beat) "NO, go buy  your own!"
T:  "well where do you buy a stone?"
J:  "at the zoo!"
T: "really! how much does a stone cost?"
J:  "20 dollars." 

     everything cost 20 dollars to josiah.  now for one between stone and the same teacher.

T: "stone do you know where miss Michelle is?" (one of the other teachers who was out for the day sick)
S: "she didn't come today because she is at work."
T: "miss Michelle works here doesn't she?"
S: "no this is her house, and she had to leave to go to work." (matter of factually)
T: "where does miss Michelle work?"
S: "she cuts grass."
T: "do you work stone?"
S: "yeah with my mom."
T: "where? and what do you do?"
S: "at HEB, (the local grocery store) we shop."

     the other night was a soft, quiet and otherwise uneventful evening.  the air was cool and the breeze was just beyond still, it meandered around just enough to lull you to sleep with the false sense of security that it would  be the same when you woke up. the wind came in from the north west strong and hard as it banged up against the side of the house.  a parents intuition had us awake just before it came sweeping over us.  this allowed us to realize how drastically it had changed and we heard stoney immediately wake up and start to voice his fear.  both of the boys came to the bed and josiah fell back to sleep quickly obviously enjoying the warmth of the full bed and security of his parents proximity.  stoney however, must have had his imagination running full steam ahead.  i tried to ignore him and his constant moving so that i could get some rest for the next day of work.  his little voice in a half whisper would creep out into the space between us with all sorts of random insights.  the last of which was a exchange between his mother and he.

     "stoney, go-to-sleep."  mother said in a stern and less than patient voice. 
     "but momma, the bath tube is going to blow away."  to which we replied with our usual; smile, shake head, roll eyes and whisper "oh my stoney".